The Birds, Ctd

My cell phone rang a few days ago before Christmas. It was my husband calling to see how I was handling six vomiting children, housecleaning, and last minute Christmas shopping etc. He asked, "How's it going there?"

My response: "The pigs have a tank and fortified positions."

Puking I can handle; pig mockery I cannot abide.

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